#lazy description today sorry i'm tired

[splatinumedits]

Fugiotrish headers with warm colors for anon

[ID: Two headers of Pannacotta Fugo, Trish Una, and Giorno Giovanna from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure together on a pink background. They are colored mostly using shades of red and orange. End ID]

[alearicci]

“me and my smooth operator” – CS55

pairings: carlos sainz x girlfriend!reader

summary: just read it, I'm too lazy to write a short description, sorry mate.

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Evening. It's about seven, and you're still studying. The thing is that it was on this day that the art teacher decided to fill you up with educational materials and a new theory that will need to be passed very soon on his test. Sitting comfortably in the library, you have always liked the dim atmosphere of this special corner of the university; the smell of books, the peaceful silence, occasionally interrupted by the barely audible whisper of a random visitor - all this was one of the most pleasant sensations you have ever experienced – you tried to concentrate on the papers, but impatience to sit still became quite problematic. After all, today your man has to return home after long separation. For six months you communicated with him via video link, told each other various news that happened to each of you, laughed from awkward situations and tried not to go crazy with longing. And precisely because of his arrival, it was difficult to concentrate on textbooks and notes. I wanted to escape, to be in the ring of his strong arms and press my cheek to my chest, intending to hear his breath knocked down, from the joy of meeting. Then, reach for his slightly parted lips, feel a warm palm on your waist and..

"So, concentrate," shaking your head, you furrowed your eyebrows and with great zeal clutched the document in your hands with your eyes. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you will go to him."

"Girl, can I help you?" a pleasant male voice sounded in your ear, but you didn't attach any importance to it, just waved it away.

"No, thanks, I'll manage on my own."

"Even after six months, you still continue to do everything yourself, honey."

Turning around sharply, you encounter the gaze of your native brown eyes and, with a quiet squeal, jump up from your seat and throw yourself on your lover's neck. He laughs softly and hugs you to him, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. Embracing, in your opinion, the most beautiful face with small palms, you left a few kisses on your cheeks, forehead, lips. Of course he missed me too. Madly. You were his first thought in the morning and his last before going to bed. Each separation was too hard for both of you, but he couldn't leave his job, and you couldn't leave your studies.

"How did you come here?"

"Well, the security system here is unreliable. He said that he urgently needed to come to my girlfriend, who was supposed to come back again," pausing for a second, the brown–haired man cast a quick glance at his wristwatch, "about two hours ago. He thought that I was a modern Romeo and I was hurrying to my Juliet. Let me help you pack up and let's go home."

"B-but I can't... Certification..."

"I don't give a damn about this certification, I want to spend the rest of this day with you, and not watching you do paperwork, not me," with a dissatisfied snort, the man picks up your bag and carefully puts all your work materials in it. You folded your arms across your chest and watched his concentrated expression with a smile on your lips. When the packing was over, Sainz, without even standing on ceremony, quickly picked you up in his arms and put you on his shoulder, not forgetting to push the chair and take the bag.

"You're obviously tired, so let's go like this. I'm not waiting for consent," under your ringing laughter, he deftly left the library, and, saying goodbye to the guard, left the university at a brisk pace, heading for his car. The black Ferrari joyfully rang as soon as the brown-haired man pressed the open button. First, going to the passenger seat, he gently put you on it, fastened your seat belt and left a gentle kiss on your forehead. A few seconds later, he was already sitting in his seat and starting the car. You were overwhelmed with a feeling of tenderness and love for this person. You still didn't believe that he met on his way.

"Will I turn on the radio?" after waiting for your nod, the man made several movements and soon the car was filled with your fake singing.

"No need to ask he's a SMOOOOTH OPERATOOOR."

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[freakyfatfailure]

9 • 2 • 2024 Log:

TW ... Post BINGE vent, gross description of mental & physical state, Self-hate talk ... ect ...

Throughout my life ... I've had way too many days that I wanted to erase or at least re-live ... wished all my mistakes would just vanish ... Today is the newest addition to the list ... I just wish it never happened ...

5500 CALORIE, 14 HOUR LONG BINGE EPISODE IS NOT A PRETTY THING TO EXPERIENCE ...

It HURTS ... Mentally, physically, emotionally, financially, FREKING HURTS ...

I feel like a swollen rotten over-stuffed corpse ... face so yellow it's almost green, blue nails and finger tips, red eyes, shallow breath, numb brain, swollen heavy limbs,HUGE BLOATED STOMACH, disgusting breath ... and way more ... the only difference is how I can feel my heart beating rapidly through my whole body and the food taking too much space it's hard to breathe or even sit ...

I hate myself ... I hate everything about me ... I hate the disgusting ugly worthless creature I've become ... I've always known that I'm nothing but a MONSTER ... I think everyone knew that too ...

I'm so sorry Mom ... I'll never be good ... sorry for all the time you wasted on me trying to craft me into the perfect child you can be proud of ... sorry I'll forever be an embarrassment ... sorry for being a failure ... sorry for not trying hard enough ... sorry for being lazy ... sorry for being an ugly fat pig ... sorry I'm not good ... sorry I turned out to be a cheap crooked copy of you ... sorry I didn't make you proud before you were gone ... sorry I'll never be able to be successful like you ... sorry cause I'm here ... and you're not ...

You, the brilliant artist sketched a beautifully detailed base layer of the thing I call "Me", abruptly abducted by death, left behind an unfinished painting, the brushs and paints you used carelessly handed to the depressingly talent-less "Me" to complete that painting ... Unsurprisingly ... the once so delicate piece of art turned into a hideous, brainless being with no guide, purpose, worth, future ... a total waste ...

I don't know ... was it you ? ... or your absence ? ... that created this monster ...

I still wear your clothes for comfort ... and even years after you're gone I still daydream about going to your grave and burying myself between your arms ... one more hug from you ... that's all I want ..

Ignorance is a bless ... If only I could go back ... see life from the eyes of child me again ... view the world as a wonderful happy place ... oblivious of this cruel reality ... this world ... is so ugly ... humans are ugly creaturs ...

I'm sick of the endless "This is the last mess up, tomorrow I'll be good once and for all" ... Part of me knows for sure that I'm lying ... I'm not trying ... I've already lost the part of me that tries to fight ...

I'm so tired ...

I want to sleep ... and for once I want to actually feel rested ...

All I want is to stay out of everyone's way ... become one with my pillow and blanket and rot away ...

I want all of them to be happy ...

I love them all ... love them to the point it hurts my heart ...

I want to be good for the them ...

I can't keep hurting them with my stupidity ...

I have to be good ...

I want to make them proud ...

But ...

I'm tired ...

And ...

I

Want

To

Sleep

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[saradika]

To Have and To Hold

Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.6k

Tags - descriptions of fatigue/sadness, smut, sleepy piv, mentions of regret and death, mild illness, hurt/comfort

Summary - Waking up to 4 different kinds of mornings with Obi-Wan

A/N - Happy May the 4th! I have 4 short, 400(ish) word drabbles exploring different aspects of their relationship, through the ups and downs 💕

i.

You should get up.

The old, sun-bleached alarm clock tinkles out a well-know melody, your palm tapping down snooze again. The third time already this morning.

You should get up. But you're just so tired.

All week has been filled with anticpation, quiet excitement for this morning’s trip into Mos Espa. Your satchel holding a small bag of credits, dreaming of all the delicious food and antique treasures you might find.

The “what-if” daydreams helping speed time along while you worked on the small moisture farm - mopping the sweat from your brow was worth it if it afforded you the chance to make this hut feel a little more like home.

And now, the excitement feels leached from you, leaving a bone-deep weariness that weighs you down like stone.

"Sweetheart? Still in bed?" You hear Obi-Wan’s voice calling before you see him - as he fills the doorway, a cup of steaming caf in hand.

His smile wanes at the edges, knowing you - knowing how much you were looking forward to today. Knowing the far-away look in your eye.

"Yeah." You sigh, and the bed dips as he comes to sits down on the edge, "I'm sorry, I'm just really tired."

It's not a sleepy tired, though you're sleepy often enough. It's something that pushes you into the mattress, that settles in your chest and in the corners of your mind. Combining with the knowledge that you don't 'have' to get up today, creating the urge to pull your blankets over your head and just... hide.

"I know, love." His hand smoothes over the blankets, "Do you want to sleep a little longer? We can always go later."

"I don't want you to be upset with me." Your voice cracks with your whisper, and his eyebrows are furrowing.

"Darling, I would never be upset with you.” Obi-Wan soothes, his voice going quiet and low, “Why don't you just rest up this morning?”

There’s silence as you think about it, the guilt of doing nothing now weighing just as heavy as the rest. But maybe you’re just looking for permission, and maybe him saying it will be enough.

"Will you stay with me?"

His smile is gentle as he tugs back the cover, and you scoot over to make room for him. There's a beautiful light to him that warms you, and you find yourself leaning into it this morning.

"I know I can't make it better." His voice is low, fingers running comfortingly down your back.

"But I am always here for you. For as long as you need me."

———

ii.

Your skin is sticky-hot in the dry, desert heat, but it’s nothing compared to the heat between your thighs as you stir. Shifting, the body pressed snug against your back moving with you, the drag of something stiff and soft against your slit, the low rumble of a moan behind you.

Hips that shift forward, pressing himself against you, parting your lips with his cock until there’s a smear of slick across the head.

Lazy hands grope, the curve of a palm against your stomach rising to tease a breast. Slow breathing that changes as the more he wakes - the rough, bristly kiss against the back of your neck.

Your hand brushes his, fingers entwining as you grind back against him. It turns sloppy, limbs moving slowly with sleep, shifting and wiggling to try to make it work. His hand leaving yours to trace down a thigh, hooking under your left knee to raise it, to open you up.

Biting back a soft laugh as he groans with frustration against your shoulder, the thrust of his hips catching his cock against your entrance, but not at the right angle.

Your fingers drift down, and he’s sighing as you guide him, easing him until the tip is pressing into your heat. Until you’re both moving together, grinding yourself back against him as he rocks into you.

Groaning with the sweet stretch of him as he sinks into you, finally giving you what you both need.

It’s slow, as you find a rhythm, curled on your sides and pressed snug together. Each shift of his hips sliding him deep, the circle of his hips dragging him back out, until you’re moving to meet him.

Until his hand is lowering your knee, slipping between your thighs. The muscles in his forearms flexing as he circles your clit, the hushed “gods, yes” in your ear when he meets soft, slick skin.

His other arm shoving beneath you, curling against your stomach to cup a breast. Fingers squeezing pillowy flesh as he keeps you pressed tightly against him.

“Obi-Wan, please-“ you’re whimpering in a soft, scratchy voice - fingers reaching back to grasp for him, fingers tangling in silken strands.

“I’ve got you, darling.” He promises, pressing wet kisses against the back of your neck, your throat.

It builds, a steady, sharp pleasure until it’s bursting, until your hips are bucking into his hand. The sweet pulse as you clench down around him, your breath catching in your throat until all you can do is gasp.

Gripping you with a soft, “oh, oh, oh-”. The pulsing tightness around his cock until he’s thrusting himself deep and spilling with a ragged groan into you.

You catch his hand, dragging his fingers to your mouth. Kissing each one and tasting the musky tang of your release, sharp against your tongue.

“Good morning, my love.” Your head tilts so you can kiss him, his eyes soft in the grey-pink light of dawn as his mouth meets yours.

“Good morning, darling.”

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iii.

You wake up alone.

The space next to you holds no body heat, the room always a little bit cooler this time of year. You shift, rubbing your eyes blearily as you quietly call for him, recieving no answer in return.

The hut is quiet as you move through it, from the bed through the open living area - until you can peek out the narrow holes cut to make windows.

Only then you can see him, silhoutted against the light of the moons, the stiff arch of his back as he gazes up into the night sky.

You trade your blanket for one that is thickly-woven and hearty, silently opening the door and easing out of it. The sands shift under your feet as you climb the dune, until you're standing beside him.

The blanket touches down, and it's only then that he looks at you with a small smile that does not quite reach his eyes.

"I was trying not to wake you. I couldn't sleep."

When his head turns and the light bathes across it, you can see the weariness, the shadows clinging beneath his eyes. Your hand finds his and you squeeze.

“I dreamed about them again.” He’s telling you, but his voice feels far away, “They always seem just out of reach.”

The hand balanced on a bent knee flexes, his palm closing into a fist, “And when I wake up, it’s like I can still feel them. Just for a moment.”

You didn’t know much about before. Raw memories, buried deep - something he wasn’t ready to face. He doesn’t talk about them but you know their names, from when he murmurs them in his sleep, trapped in a nightmare.

Qui-Gon. Satine. Ahsoka. Cody. Waxer. Boil. Rex.

Anakin.

And even though he’s endured - survived - there’s parts of him that have stayed shattered.

“I failed them.”

His voice is quiet, voice cracking as his jaw grits to bite back the rest. The heavy weight that seems to creep back into his chest when it gets late - when he’s left alone with his thoughts.

“You’re a good man.” You scoot closer, your hand rubbing over his arm - resting the side of your head against his shoulder as you lean into him. “They forgive you.”

Maybe someday you’ll ask about them, and maybe someday he’ll tell you.

Until then, you will be there for him. To have and to hold, in joy and in sorrow.

You don't know what else to say, so you just press yourself close, wrapping yourself around him. Pouring all the love and hope and support you can into the gesture, your eyes closing as you try to force it into something tangible. Something he can keep, pressed close to his chest.

"Thank you." His words are quiet, swept away into the night as his head tilts, fitting against your shoulder.

Staying there until the sun rises, just so he doesn’t have to dream again.

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iv.

Every time you're about to drift off, you're woken up.

It's a shift, a sigh - the stuffy sniff of a nose. He's trying to keep quiet but you can tell he's miserable.

You roll to your side, fingers tracing against a shoulder. Obi-Wan's skin is warm to the touch, and his eye crack open as you touch the back of your hand to his forehead. He's burning up, skin flushed pink under the early morning light.

"How are you feeling?" You whisper, and the edges of his lips curl into a smile.

"Marvelous." He croaks, and you smile back, reaching for the robe hanging around the bedpost.

In the kitchen, you dig through your pantry. Medical supplies are scarce, and what you had wouldn't help. Bacta would't cure congestion, and as much as you'd love to give him some antibiotics, you haven't been able to get into town to buy some.

All you can do is make some herbal tea to help soothe the ache in his throat, and you lean against the counter as the small pot of water boils. You yawn at the tea seeps in a clay mug, until you fish the small bag out to rest on the counter.

He's sitting up when you return, accepting the mug, nose wrinkling as he takes the first bitter sip. But he rallies, taking another until the cup is empty, until he's slumping back against the headboard.

"It seems illegal that one could catch a cold in the desert." He huffs, and you smile - knowing that with this bit of snark, he must be feeling better.

You scoot closer, using a towel damp with a precious bit of cool water to dab at his forehead, doing your best to soothe the ache.

"I'm just glad it's not dust fever. I had that when I was younger. My mom said I thought I was riding a Krayt Dragon for a whole afternoon."

He smiles at that, his hand finding yours, "And were you?"

"I thought I was. But I was just sitting on our landspeeder." You laugh, "They just took the keys away and let me stay until I tired myself out. It was a little scary though, now that I think about it."

He sighs into your touch, eyes heavy, "Well, there’s no dragons here. I'll keep you safe."

“Mm, how gallant.” You swoop down, pressing a kiss to his freckled cheek.

He grimaces as he leans away, groaning, "Don't, darling. I am sure I look awful."

Pushing yourself up, you take his cup, pulling up the sheets to tuck him back in. Calling from the doorway, as you make your way to the kitchen.

"Well, you’ve always looked like a knight to me."

[ultrastarbee]

chimas🧉 here again!

my mind is going crazy. I can't stop thinking about tr boys and winter morning lazy sex. just... tons of blankets, maybe snowstorm, cuddles, cockwarming, little strokes, breeding kink... omg creampie

you feel that, bee? its my personal paradise right here

reader can't come without clit stimulation... self indulgence warning.

I feel like souya, kazutora, hakkai, inupi and draken would fit this so perfectly. their lazy deep voices I can't handle it 🥺🥴

Please bee, I'm being in my knees

If you uncomfortable with any topic, please ignore it.

I loved the fic of my last request, I've cried for 10 minutes straight. Take care of yourself and stay safe! 😷 <3

WELL WELL WELL! Hello my beloved Chimas🧉! Hope you still around after all my time away. I made it with fem pronouns based on this and on your last request, but I can change it if you want me to. I know it was still hot when you sent me this request, but now it's cold here on our country it fits waaay better! Sorry if it didn't went to well this time, being too tired lately.

Title: Hot winters Request: yesss Couple: Souya x fem!reader, Kazutora x fem!reader, Hakkai x fem!reader, Inupi x fem!reader, Draken x fem!reader Category: smut Content Warning: descriptions of sex (characters aged up, ofc) Word Count: 1367 Summary: cold mornings sex A/N: well, not what I pictured but here it is

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

MASTERLIST ……. RULES ……. SERIES LIST

Angry:

Souya is such a good husband. Even if he works all day cooking, he loves to cook for you and gets kinda shy when you praise his skills. You know he loves his work with his brother and always go there early, but today he didn't. Souya is now sitting in bed looking at his phone with a visible troubled face.

"What happened, baby?" worried, you aks giving him a caring kiss on his shoulder.

"Smiley said we shouldn't open the shop today 'cause of the snow" there's a small pout on his face "I agree, but…"

"What's it?"

"Wanted to try something" his voice is trembling and his face is red. Souya isn't talking about food and he's still too shy to go straight to the point "Do you want too?"

"Is it spicy?" you play along with his metaphors and he nods "love spicy".

"New recipe"

Before you realize you are on his lap, both of you still under the blankets. Souya always keeps kissing you non stop to try holding his whimpers, not that it works, though. His sounds are the best when his cock is deep inside you and you aren't moving. Souya's face is all red and as he leans for another deep kiss you can feel his hips meeting yours. He stops the kiss just to lick his fingers before touching your clit when you started moving on top of him. You better trust him when he says "spicy" again.

Kazutora:

Kazutora didn't expected a person like him to find heaven after ten years in jail. Even when he wakes up between your arms sometimes he thinks it's not real. Today is one of this times. You know it by the way his hands run on your body: on your back, on your thighs and on your back again, slightly touching your ass. He does it again and again and again as if it's to ensure you aren't just a dream.

"Having fun?" you ask and he just burries his face on your chest.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up" Kazutora's voice is still lazy, sleepy and a little embarrassed now. His hands aren't either of this things nor is his cock inside you all night.

"You can keep going" when you move, he moans with the friction "if you want to".

"Fucking do" with glowing eyes and a boost of energy, Kazutora looks like a puppy wanting his treat "wait, can we do that thing?"

"Sure, pelase" you know what he wants and you love when he does it "but you have to tall me when you gonna cum"

His favorite position is with you on top cowgirl style. This way he can see all your body reactions to him, the pleasure on your face, your nipples hard from the cold and his hands are free to explore your body the way he pleases. The best way to use his hands, Kazutora knows damn well, is to touch your clit in a certain way that makes all your body quiver in an orgasm. As your hands replace his, he holds your hips now trusting against you in a needy way.

Kazutora asks you to stay on your knees over him so he can see his cum dripping down your pussy. Just watching it and he needs to go another round.

Fucking paradise.

Hakkai:

"Don't wanna go" when the alarm starts, Hakkai mumbles at his phone as if time would go back.

"Then don't" at your sleepy words, he hugs you and starts to complain again just some seconds later.

"Need to"

"Then go" the play is an everyday thing on cold days like today. It usually lasts half an hour.

"Don't wanna" he rolls on bed, now holding you again.

"Hakkai!" feeling his hands on your hips, you now know where this is going.

"If I can't make you cum, I go"

"Not fair. If you can do it more than three times you can stay"

"Three? Weren't you sleepy?" with you accepting his game, Hakkai kisses you with a smile on his face.

Having you reverse riding him sure feels like heaven for Hakkai. The way you pussy swallow his cock when you move is a paradise vision, yet there's something better: when he is also sitting in the bed with you bouncing on his dick with your back to him. Let's be real, Hakkai is still a little shy even after all these years. This way he can control your movements and doesn't need to worry about his face when he moans before cumming. He can also touch your clit way easier. He is a little embarrassed to touch you there, Hakkai thinks he will mess things up, but when you guide his hand he is fucking in love. The feeling of your pussy clunching on him when you are close to your orgasm makes him cum instantly.

"You know what? Not going. I'm the boss anyway"

It was a real pain in the ass to approuch him knowing he wasn't comfortable around girls other than his sister, but he was fucking worth it. Even though Hakkai has become the Black Dragons boss and made deals with Toman, you are the one who keeps him in line, so you know damn well he need to go anyway.

Inupi:

Your husband is so calm and collected, always wants to make sure you are both comfortable before starting something. He also hates to left something half done, specially if it's you. That's why it's so strange to feel him so needy at the morning. You are not complaining, though. On cold mornings like this one, he cuddles to you for some minutes before getting up to work. Today Inupi is holding you a little tighter so you can feel his boner against your ass.

"You gonna be late"

"I'm never late" his deep voice against your neck makes your skin shiver "we have time".

Inupi knows your body as the back of his hand and is an expert on giving you pleasure. That said, it's easy for your cold morning cuddles to become something way spicier with him on top of you. Inupi is usually quiet, yet his reactions are a little louder in the morning. He's not loud, but feeling his breaths heavier with every thrust… and also the way he uses his own body to make pressure against your clit? Inupi will keep going until he feels you are done.

"Oh, Draken is not opening the shop today" that explains everything. It wouldn't be a surprise if Inupi knew it since last night "up for another go?"

You don't know where all this energy came from. Again, not complaining though.

Draken:

"Come back, you don't need to go"

"Can't, gonna be late"

"You are your own boss, Ken!" he stops and looks at you. You are right.

"That's why I need to go see if everything is okay on the shop" picking the warmest coat, Draken tries to ignore your pout "come on, it's just downstairs"

"No one is dumb enough to go out on a day like this. There will be no clients today, Ken" your words don't affect him and Draken keeps on dressing up, so you change your attack plan. "but it's your choice anyway. If you'd rather leave your wife alone on the cold than warm her up, it's on you"

He takes your words as a challenge and soon is crawling under the blankets to get to you. His hands are quick to throw away whatever clothes you are using. Soon Draken's face is between your legs working on waming his wife up. Kisses on your thighs, fingers inside you touching your sweet spot in every movement and tongue on your clit slowly moving. You could swear it was summer already when you felt your body trembling with his touches. Your husband isn't tease. When he says he will do something he does it, so you better be ready to feel him playing between your legs for a long time now.

"Now I need to take a shower" dripping sweat from his activity, Draken laughs on your face "want to come?"

[sunlitmcgee]

How abt 18. I'm quite comfortable here

Prompt 18: "I'm quite comfortable here." TWs are jealousy/possessiveness, but in a very mild, non-toxic kind of way. Also vague descriptions of scars. Standard HWHBH fair :)

 It was a lazy day in the XD-Innit household. A calm, quiet, silent and very dusky gray type of afternoon. There was no more work to do. No more chores or town duties to be done. They’d gotten it all finished before the midday tone chimed from XD’s vintage cuckoo. Now was the time to rest and cuddle up on the living room floor.

 Tommy made a soft sound when he felt Tubbo move beside him. “Hm…ayup, Tubs.”

 Tubbo only grunted.

 “Rough day?” Tommy asked to the bundle of scales and rubbery flesh that laid curled against his side.

 “Work.” Tubbo answered. It was the only thing he had to say.

 “Ah. I see…”

 The clock ticked. A few minutes dragged by. Their nest today was a shallow one. Just a few blankets they’d set out to cover the rug a few feet from the fireplace. The flame’s dying glow shone on the dozen pillows they’d amassed to surround their rudamerty nestings. It was simple. It was good.

 “Do you need anything to drink?” Tommy broke the silence between them after he watched the fire dance and drifted between the minutes. “Water? Milk? Tea? I’ve got some honey chamomile left. That’s always a favorite.”

 But Tubbo just shook his head. “No…wanna sleep…”

 “All day?” Tommy decided to mess with Tubbo. It wasn’t a very nice thing to do. Not when he was tired and they were both so worn from the day’s events. But eh. It was Tubbo. He’d be okay. “Don’t you want to go out and pay a visit to Jack?”

 That got him glared at along with a sharp, angry little growl.

 “Oh? Do you not want to go see Jack?”

 Tubbo shook his head and bore his sharpened fangs. His face was half buried in a light blue pillow. The room was dark and the window was the only source of natural sunlight. It shone on his eyes and made them shine with a pale, eerie radiance. 

 The trails of mist that came from his lips were thin and smelled of black licorice.

 Tommy grinned and poked the dragon a bit harder. “Not Jack, eh? Then how about Eryn? Eryn’s always rather fun.”

 The smoke darkened and was a thick inkly black. Tubbo’s eyes grew enraged as he glowered there in forced, trembling silent.

 “Or how about Chad? I like Chad. Good ol’ fellow, that Chadly. Reckon he could come over and maybe hang out at the mansion? Maybe take the tour, see all the sights?”

 It was only when Tommy noticed an orange glow in the back of Tubbo’s now fully opened maw that he rushed to ease the situation. 

 “Okay, okay. Settle down.” Tommy waved away the smog while Tubbo’s fire gradually shimmered. He coughed a little when the fumes got into his face. “I’m sorry, I am sorry. I shouldn’t joke about that shit, I know that it gets you super angry. I’m sorry. Please don’t breathe your fire at me. I don’t wanna see you get hurt again.”

 Tubbo gave a grumpy “hrumph!” before he flopped back onto the pillow. Tommy chirped when he watched his body curl in. He helped the boy get closer and slowly wrapped him with his wings, as well as his arms where he could fit them around Tubbo’s broad and burly shoulders.

 He heard a whisper from the brunette. “What was that, Tubbo?”

 “Do you really wanna go an’ play with Chad?” Tubbo sounded very sad when he lifted his head to be heard a bit more clearly.

 “Oh, no.” Tommy shook his head and gave the pouty goat boy a soft assuring grin. “No, I don’t. I’m quite comfortable here at the moment. Let’s just go back to sleep, okay? I’ll make some tea and put some Ghibli on when we get up. Sound good?”

 Tubbo blinked. “Hm. Yeah. Sounds good, treasure…”

 Tommy yawned just before he settled back in and let himself drift quickly back off to sleep. His chin settled on Tubbo’s head near his smaller pair of horns. Tubbo’s snores were low and made both of their bodies shake.

 Tommy giggled.

 It was a perfectly lazy day.

[gamegrumpiess]

Sleepwalk

I was listening to Sleepwalk by Renee Olstead, and I had this idea.

Grump: Danny (from now on, most will be Danny. Unless you request someone else, which I will be happy to do!)

Btw! I'm this plot, Renee didn't write the lyrics. You did! She isn't even a singer in this universe. Just a heads up.

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Y/n's POV

I can't sleep tonight. It's been a month since me and Danny broke up, but I can't help but still mourn our relationship. It was mutual, at least that's what he thinks. I would've never called it off. I was so in love with him. I still am. We told the fans, and they were pretty supportive in what we did. A lot of them were really sad, as was I. Danny is a singer just like me. I do silly songs just like him. But he encouraged me to do a cover album or a cover song. I did one album, Cover Me Up was the name. It got a lot of love, which I am very proud of.

I turn on my phone to check the time. 4:23 am. The bold numbers shine at me in front of Danny's face. I couldn't bring it to myself to change my screensaver. It's not like anyone's gonna see. I miss him a lot, every night gets harder than the last. He was my world. I've known him since senior year of high school, he was a huge part of my life. And now... That's no more. He's probably living his best life. Being Danny Sexbang and all. He probably has girls flying at his feet, throwing him their panties and offering 'the night of his life'. I understand I might be over thinking, but I can't help it. He was mine, and now he's out there doing who knows what. I let a few stray tears fall down ontou pillow. It's so lonely here at night now. I love what I do, singing, dancing, having fun. It was just so much more amazing when I had someone to share it with.

I lay my head back a stare at the ceiling. I need to distract myself, so I reach for my headphones and plug them in, looking for my Oldies playlist. I click on it and the song that comes on is Sleepwalk by Santo and Johnny. Listening to the slow beat and light guitar, I cry even more. Just my luck, huh? I can't just lay here, I really should get up and something. Writing usually helps me calm down. That's when I get an idea for a song, it's a bit sad and people will know exactly who its about. But maybe that's what needs to happen. My feelings should be out there. And if something goes wrong, I'll accept the outcomes.

I pull up my pen and notebook and just start writing.

"Sleepwalk, instead of dreamin' I

Sleepwalk.

Cause' I lost you and now, what am I to do?

Can't believe that we're through.

Sleep talk. Cause' I miss you, I sleep talk.

While the memories of you wither like a soul.

Darling I was so low.

The night fills me with blame. I see your face, tears through my brain.

I know I miss you so. I still love you, drives me insane.

Sleepwalk. Every night I just sleepwalk. Please come back, and when you walk inside the door, I will sleepwalk no more."

I immediately went to my computer set up and staring out my own little version of Sleepwalk. More of like a piano and violin cover, rather than guitar and drum. Once I had it to where I wanted the beat and rhythm, I pulled up my microphone and started singing away.

Danny's POV

This morning was the worst. I couldn't sleep at all, I've been up since 3:30 am. I guess I haven't really gotten used to sleeping by myself. Without y/n's body near mine, it's hard to even get tired. I do miss her. A lot actually. I know it was my idea to call off the relationship, but I was scared of what would happen if I didn't have enough time for her. I have game grumps, starbomb, and ninja sex party. She deserves someone who has all the time in the world to give her all the attention she deserves. When we told the fans, I didn't expect them to be so sad. I even lost a handful of fans because of it. She agreed, but I knew her better. She was on the verge of tears when she left. She was trying to be strong so I wouldn't see that side of her, but I know better than that. When she left I broke down. Gripped and clawed at my hair, cried on the edge of the bed, wondering if I had made the right choice. I big-huge part of me was telling myself I didn't.

My phone buzzes, and I see its a text from Arin.

When you get here I need to show you something.

Oh what fresh hell does he have to subject my eyes to. Last time he said that, I had to watch 12 Days Of Elves... Don't ask.

I finally arrived at the Grump Space. I see everyone in their usual area. Ryan and Matt at the computers, Ross and Barry in the kitchen making coffee, and the only other people here this early is Arin and me. Everyone else usually is a little late. "Thank god you're finally here. You haven't felt your phone buzzing?" I give him a confused look. "Other than you texting me, no. You know I have notifications turned off for my social media. What's going on?" He turns on the computer in front of us. "You should hear this before anything. I promise you, it's important." I roll my eyes. "This better not be some stupid shit, Arin!" I say with a light laugh. He shook his head, and I knew from the look in his eyes that this was in fact important.

Once the computer was fully on, he went to YouTube. Looking up y/n's name, I felt my stomach turn. Did she have a new boyfriend? Was she sick? Did she die?! I understand that last one is a bit of a long shot, but I tend to over think a lot.

A video was uploaded at 7:00 am this morning? "' sleepwalk? ' isn't that an old song?" I say confused. But I'm not all that surprised. She always did love the oldies. He nods his head. "She added her own lyrics and tune to it. And I think you should hear it." I nodded and put on some earphones, pushing play on the video. Her voices comes on, and it feels so amazing to hear her voice again. Even if it is just an intro in a YouTube video.

"Hello everyone. I had this idea for a song at like 3 in the morning. I couldn't sleep, so I made this. I hope you like it..."

The video fades to black and then it shows her at her little office space she has in her room. The music starts up, and at this point I notice her eyes. They're a little red and slightly puffy. She did a good job covering it up, but I've known her since senior year. She can't hide that from me.

She sings softly yet with so much passion and emotion. The lyrics sink in, and I know why Arin wanted to hear this. Its about me. I scroll down to look at the description and comments, and they all say things along the lines of 'I fucken sad now.' 'Wow, Danny really did a number on her' 'DANNY YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS SHIT!' 'This makes me so sad because she literally couldn't sleep thinking about him... Danny get your girl back!' 'Damn that made me tear up... '

After the video ended, I look at my phone. Y/n's face still smiles at me from behind the screen. I didn't want to change it, I couldn't do it. I felt several tears hit my leg, I didn't even realize i was crying. "Hey Dan, are you okay?" Arin puts his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. "No... I'm not at all." I open up Twitter and see thousands of notifications to nsp and game grumps. All of which telling me to see what I just saw. I stood up slowly, feeling a little disappointed in myself. How could I let her walk out of my life so easily...?

Y/n's POV

After I posted the video, I decided I should really try to get some sleep. Especially since thousands of people will blow up my phone later on. Once in bed again, I tried to think of all the possibilities and outcomes of this. It could either go really well, or go really horribly bad. I guess we'll just have to see.

I wake up several hours later to my phone ringing. The sky is still a little bright to I assume it's not that late. 'Suzy <3' shines up at me. I smile, me and her always stayed quite close. "Hello?" I try to run the sleep out of my eyes. "Hey, are feeling okay? I heard your song, and I know it's about Dan. How are you, hun?"

It means a lot that she's not just calling about GET HIM BACK! She just wants to know if I'm okay. "Honestly? I feel so empty. Luckily today is just a lazy day so I don't have to adult today. But still.... I feel lost." I hear her sigh, "I know, y/n. It sucks. But you have me! And I'm way better than Danny!" She says jokingly. "Damn right you are! I'll call you a bit later when I'm more awake, okay?" We say our goodbyes and I sit up more in bed. I take a quick look at my notification bar and just as I expected, its blowin up. 'When will I stop being a pussy?' My thoughts we're interrupted by several rings of my doorbell.

Without looking through the peephole I open the door, only to see a certain curly haired man standing on my doorstep. "Danny? What are you doing here?" His eyes are glazed over and puffy as if he had just finished crying. He looked down. "I.... I heard your song. Was it... Was it about me? I'm sorry, I just need to know. I couldn't focus at all today during work. And on my way home, I just couldn't take it anymore. I have to know." My anxiety goes up a long shot. My eyes looking at everyone but him. "Y/n... I need to know." I slowly nod my head, still avoiding his eyes. "May I come in? I think we should talk.." I scoot to the side to let him in. "I'm sorry if I caused a lot of drama. I just thought... It would be better if I just made it into a song rather than.. Just telling you." I confessed. He grabbed my shoulders. "Don't be sorry, y/n. When we broke up, and you left. I broke down. I couldn't handle the fact that I just let you go.. I'm sorry."

"Then why did you do it? Why wait so fucking long to come to my house?! Why hurt me this bad, leaving me all alone when all I wanted was you! I hated knowing that YOU let me just walk out. And you looked like you... Like you didn't even give a shit..." I couldn't help it. I let all my emotions explode on him. "Why do you think I did?! Y/n, you deserve someone who has the time for you, who will give you all the attention in the world. Someone who will GIVE you the world! I want nothing more than to have you back again, but you don't deserve someone like me! I love with all my soul, hell, I'd give up everything for your dumbass! I didn't say anything till now because I thought you'd be mad, and I thought you'd moved on, hated me even!" He was standing pretty close to me by now. "Well no shit I'd be mad! You think I don't deserve you? Bullshit! You've already given me the world and more! Don't think that I don't understand about your job because I do the same fucking thing!!! I know it's hard, but I was willing to work even harder because I love you more than life itself! I deserve you just like you deserve me!" He rolled his eyes. "You're fucking gorgeous! You can have any man you want! What the hell is so special about me?" I got in his face once again, "because you are so much better than any other man I've met! We've known each other for YEARS and you think I'd just give all that up?! What kinda drugs are you on, Dan? Do you think I'm that fucken dumb? I haven't slept in weeks because it feels so horrible not having you next to me. That's some bullshit to say that I can have any man I want. I want YOU, dipshit!" I couldn't help it, I fell to my knees, shaking from trying to hold back tears. How he say that I didn't deserve him? He was my world, he still is my world. Nothing will change that.

He walks to me, and sits on the floor with me. I feel his arms wrap around me, and I lean into his chest. "I'm sorry.. I loved you more than anything. I still do. Can you please give me another chance..? Now, I won't ever think you don't deserve me. I won't think anything like that. You mean the world to me, y/n. Please don't forget that." I look up at him, seeing his eyes filled with new tears. "Well duh, how can i say no to this face?" I grab his cheeks and smush them together and laugh. "I love you too, Danny." He smiled and leaned in and gave me a much needed kiss.

[jadehqknb]

Omg Jade, i'm so excited about your AU events! Hopefully your writings could make everyone satisfied like always❤ how about Badboy! Aomine has love hate relationship with nerd girl (reader) she couldn't stand with his bullies anymore so she starts to change her appearance(she has his ideal body type) and he's ask her out? Maybe NSFW because of the sexual tensiom between them.. thanks

A/N: So, after Ifinished this, I realized the only factors I kept of your ask were Aomine as abad boy and the girl as a nerd. I focused more on her irritation with him andhis personality than with him bullying her though he is tactless (as we allknow). Also, because you specified “nerd girl” I do have some common tropeshere purely for the sake of description. Anyone can be a nerd but withoutactual physical pictures, I have to rely on my word choices to paint it.

“And _____-san with Aomine-san,” sensei announces. Thefemale of the equation groans quietly, head smacking against her desk. Glancingaround she’s unsurprised to see the notorious bad boy of Too absent…again. Whyoh why does sensei hate her so? It’s bad enough to have to work on a pairedproject but with Aomine Daiki? The most narcissistic and lazy asshole she’sever met?

The fact that he’s ridiculously gorgeous doesn’t helpmatters either.

After class ends, she’s fortunate enough to come across hispink haired keeper. “Ah, Momoi-san,” she calls garnering her attention.

She smiles brightly, waving. “Hello, ______-san, how areyou?”

“Eh, could be better,” she confesses shaking her head. Thepink haired girl tilts hers with curiosity to the reply but she ignores delvingfurther into her personal problems by getting straight to the point. “Do youknow where Aomine-san is?”

Momoi’s pink eyes widen before a devious smile curls up herlips. “He’s probably on the roof. I know his favorite spot; do you want me totake you to him?”

“That would be great, I don’t have a lot of time.”

The two walk briskly to the stairs heading up. By the time they’vereach the top, Momoi’s companion is breathing a bit heavier, the weight of herbackpack making her wish she’d had the foresight to leave it behind.

“Dai-san!” Momoi calls, voice shrill to impart maximumannoyance to her friend.  

“What do you want Satsuki?” Aomine grumbles, blue hairvisible near the edge of the platform upon which he lays.

“_______-san needs to see you! Be nice!” she shouts thenwinks before leaving.

Time passes but Aomine has no intention of getting up. Ifshe wants to talk to him, she can come up here. His arm lays across his eyes toblock the blaring rays of sun but he jolts up at the feel of a shoe kicking thebottom of his own. He hadn’t even heard her climb the ladder.

“What the hell,” he snaps, eyes opening to look up.

Above him stands who he’s dubbed the “nerd girl”.  She pushes her glasses up the bridge of hernose in a manner reminiscent to Midorima. “I could ask you the same thing,” shesnaps, eyes hidden behind the glare of her shields. “It’s impolite to keep alady waiting.

“Yeah, well, if you see one around let me know and I’ll makesure to jump right up,” he retorts, satisfied to see a faint blush of what hecan only assume is anger flooding her cheeks. It makes her almost look human.

“You’re an ass,” she asserts. Setting down her bag, sheunzips it and hands him a paper.

“What’s this?” he asks blinking.

“Our paired assignment that we are unfortunately required tocollaborate on. It’s 25% of our grade Aomine-san, so I would appreciate it ifyou don’t dawdle in doing your part.”

The basketball punk scans over the text before scoffing, “Whatis this shit anyway? Tch, I don’t have time to worry about this right now.” Hestands, holding out the paper which she refuses to take.

“I’m not doing your work for you, Aomine-san,” she saysfirmly standing as well, the difference in their height making her swallow her nerves.She’s not exactly afraid of the loomingmale but he definitely has an aura about him that makes her apprehensive.

And she hates herself for noticing the tone of his muscles;she hates it even more that he doesn’t miss that she’s staring.

“Heh, why don’t we compromise, hmmm?” He takes a stepforward but she refuses to retreat so now his chest is almost touching herdecidedly large one. “You handle the assignment,” he murmurs, hand reaching outto play with some loose strands of her hair. “And I’ll handle you.”

Heat floods her face at his insinuation followed byrighteous anger. Her hand moves before she can think, smacking him across theface. “You’re a pig,” she hisses, gathering her bag and storming down theladder. She leaves with a parting, “Meet me at the library at 5:00, we’ll goover the details then,” thrown over her shoulder before the roof door slamsshut. Behind she leaves Aomine fuming.

He’s never backed down or lost a challenge before and he isn’tabout to start now.  “The only one whocan beat me, is me,” Aomine mumbles, gathering his belongings.

That evening, she takes a seat in one of the study rooms andwaits. And waits. And waits. Of course, the jerk would be late. When an hourpast their meeting time goes by, a deep boiling anger bubbles up. She isn’tthis person, isn’t one to go off and strike someone, to want to yell and screamat them but Aomine Daiki is decidedly good at getting her dander up. Sheloathes the injustice that someone so pertinacious and self-centeredpractically has the world at his feet just through sheer arrogance andentitlement.

And to top it all off, she knows he’s in a gang, a delinquentthrough and through and yet everyone, including teachers, fall to his feet likehe’s some sort of god!

All because he’s good at basketball.

Ok, so maybe he’s better than good, maybe he is the best,but still, there are more things to life! More things that make people great, makethem valuable and important!

Finally, she’s done waiting, grabbing up her bag and huffingout the doors making a beeline for the gym. It’s unlikely he’s even there givenhis penchant for skipping practice almost as much as he does class but she hasto try. She has to get him to realize she’s not a push over and she’s not apatsy.

Entering, she sees who she knows to be captain and coach ofthe basketball team talking quietly. The squeak of her shoes against the floor announcesher presence and both males turn to look in her direction. “Ah, excuse me,Imayoshi-senpai?” she calls.

His smile makes her shiver a little. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“I…I’m sorry to bother you but, have you seen Aomine-san? Wewere supposed to meet at the library and-“

“Ah, so you’re thereason Aomine-kun was all hot under the collar today,” he asserts making herblink in confusion. Coach murmurs something about grading papers, leaving thebasketball player and flustered student to their own devices. Before she canask him to explain Imayoshi goes on, “Please allow me to apologize for theinconvenience. You see, it’s my fault Aomine-kun just now finished. Course, nowI understand why he didn’t complain as much as he usually does. What a naughtyboy, am I right?”

Deep crimson overtakes her complexion, hands gripping thestrap of her bag tighter. Why is she interpreting his commentary so…lewdly?

Imayoshi, ever observant, is tempted to continue this lineof teasing simply for the pleasure of watching her squirm but he’s tired andbesides; it’s clear this one isn’t interested in him anyway. Shame, she’d befun to break. Shrugging on his own bag, Imayoshi points towards the lockerroom. “He’s in there,” then promptly exits the gym, leaving her to decidewhether to continue waiting.

Taking a seat on the bench, she goes over her notes, mindwandering between what she’s doing and what’s taking Aomine so long. Undoubtedly,he’s done this on purpose, exerting himself as dominant and not one to cater tothe beck and call of others, but he’s never tangoed with someone like herbefore.

“Yo,” his deep voice rumbles jarring her out of herthoughts. Looking up, she swallows the extra saliva that has suddenly appeared thanksto the sight of him shirtless, tribal markings dancing on his broad chest andover sculpted shoulders. A distinct heat erupts between her legs when shenotices his nipples are pierced. How the hell does he play basketball withthose?

“Oh, these? I take them out of course,” he commentsrevealing she voiced the question outloud.

Mortified, she covers her face, a deep groan pulling fromher lips. His presence before her on his knees, face level with hers, makes hersqueak. “You’d better be careful, _______-san, I just may get the wrongimpression if you keep making noises like that.”

Her bosom heaves drawing his eyes downward, his blatantstaring making her entire body hum with apprehension. Raising his eyes to hersonce more he smirks, leaning forward. Heat radiates off his flesh, theirproximity drawing beads of sweat to her brow.

“You know, maybe what you need isn’t a project partner somuch as a…fuck partner?” he murmurs, lips millimeters from hers.

“You’re a pig,” she whispers.

“So you’ve already mentioned. And you’re a bitch, what ofit?” he replies.

“I don’t like you,” she remarks.

“Tch, you think I like you? Hardly. Though despite yourglasses and always wearing cardigans even when it’s fucking hot outside, you’recertainly alluring,” he admits, trailing a heated gaze over her curves.

“This…this can’t…this isn’thappening,” she asserts, willing her brain to work better than her hormones.

“Oh, I beg to differ princess,” he purrs, “I can see youwant me, why continue to deny it? Take the offer, it’s not everyone I’m willingto give all this to.”

She narrows her eyes. “And here I thought I’d figured outhow you got ahead in life, Aomine-san.”

“What’d you mean?”

She shrugs, glad to feel a bit of her senses (other than thehorny ones) returning. “I was racking my brain trying to figure out how youcould possibly still be in school and on the team even though you do nothingcontributory to either. Well, at least in school. I know in basketball you’re secondto none, though I have heard rumors of a certain red head at Seirin thatsupposedly can give you a run for your money.” She shrugs again, tapping him onthe nose. “I just assumed you were a man whore, slutting it up to whomever youneeded. How else would you still be passing your classes?”

“You, self-righteous bitch,” he snaps.

Eyes gleaming behind her glasses, she pushes against his chest,denial clear. Aomine may be a bastard, but he’d never truly force himself onher. He gets up, eyes full of fire.

“I believe that’s round one to me, Daiki-kun,” she purrssashaying her hips as she exits. Turning around, she’s gratified to see evidence of a distinctly firm problem below his waist line. “Tomorrow, after school,5PM, library. Be there.”

When she’s gone, Aomine grabs his basketball and slam dunksit hard enough to shake the rafters. This kitten doesn’t know who she’s dealingwith and Aomine is dead set on turning her hisses into mewls.

A/N: I originally intendedto end this NSFW but the progression changed as I went and I really like howthings ended here with the bad boy being put in his place. I hope you stillenjoyed it!